The history of our grandparents is remembered not with rose petals but in the laughter and tears of their children and their children’s children. It is into us that the lives of grandparents have gone. It is in us that their history becomes a future. ~Charles and Ann Morse
I know that often there will be times that little memories sneak out of my eyes and roll down my cheek. I miss you with an aching that I never knew existed.